Mary Havran

Rookie (1950 / Ohio)

Mary Havran Poems

81. Auguries Of Society (William Blake Revisited) 1/18/2008
82. . What Color Is Love? 3/25/2008
83. Apology For Empathy 1/18/2008
84. Skipping Stones 12/28/2007
85. Daddy’s Little Princess Br A Purely Fictional Poem 1/15/2008
86. . Unlimited Point Of View 1/22/2008
87. Candy Hearts Can Kill 2/4/2008
88. Life On Ice 1/4/2008
89. . Nothing In Heaven 2/2/2008
90. Claiming The Rainbow 1/12/2008
91. Sunrise At Skellig Michael 1/8/2008
92. Chasm 11/6/2007
93. . Ignorance Be Bliss 1/24/2008
94. . Late Of Love 2/2/2008
95. . Walking Wounded 1/28/2008
96. Lonely Is Just One Word 1/24/2008
97. Small Mourning Pieces 10/23/2007
98. Tested By The Fire 1/18/2008
99. Before The Dawn 12/26/2007

Comments about Mary Havran

  • Philip Housiaux (4/14/2008 1:18:00 PM)

    The poem I read showed great deal of commitment to an important moral and personal issue. that is a good thing. thanks

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  • Werner Horne (3/11/2008 1:14:00 AM)

    Loved it Mary, somehow the tallest of trees gives most way to the wind even though they see the wind coming before most do. I send this to a friend who is till marching in the wounded ranks. I sometimes wonder if the wounded army perhaps outnumbers the fit for fight troupe. Yet you will find them deep in battle even sometimes tending the needs of others. Love from SA

  • Hugh Don Ghetit (1/26/2008 12:22:00 AM)

    Mary is a darling and witty woman. She is quick to smile, and make you laugh. When health concerns caused her to withdraw from teaching it was a loss to many. We who miss her in that field are so happy to learn she has found a place to shine again. Mary, you could always make me laugh and now through reading such lovely poems, you have sometimes managed to make me cry. All the best -Hugh

Best Poem of Mary Havran

Before The Dawn

Before dawn wind rushes
driving night’s chill westward
so vestiges of darkness
send shivers along my spine.
Facing east I fight
cold’s piercing urge to wince,
and huddled await morn’s blush.
No wind or cold may dissuade
my eyes from pending purchase
of that precious brief pink palette,
clouds trimmed in rosy piping
which dress the sky at dawn.

Read the full of Before The Dawn

We Is Us

We two
Each one too long a me
Met too late ever to
Think of being three

No loss
No less the tenderness
Of two
Will amply do for

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